Do they want tea?
Well, something terrible, no good, very bad happened the other day.
Our scene starts a usual work day. Science is being toyed with, mixers are mixing, machinery humming away. Softly, at first, but growing louder by the second, my coworker and I heard a blood chilling sound that stopped us both in our tracks. In near unison, "no" was uttered quietly, followed by yelling it over and over as I raced to its source. The office intern leaped from his chair to see what the fuss was about. With extreme prejudice I ended it all with but a swipe of the wrist. Result: silence.
God damn I hate that Christmas Shoe song.
Our scene starts a usual work day. Science is being toyed with, mixers are mixing, machinery humming away. Softly, at first, but growing louder by the second, my coworker and I heard a blood chilling sound that stopped us both in our tracks. In near unison, "no" was uttered quietly, followed by yelling it over and over as I raced to its source. The office intern leaped from his chair to see what the fuss was about. With extreme prejudice I ended it all with but a swipe of the wrist. Result: silence.
God damn I hate that Christmas Shoe song.